Xia Yuqing felt him relax against her, as if her words, her promise, had soothed down all his worries. He let out a long, shaky breath that sounded almost like relief. "Go to sleep, Yuqing. I love you."
Her heart warmed at his confession, the words wrapping around her like a blanket. She wanted to say it back; the words were right there on her tongue, but for some reason, they wouldn't come out.
Her face got red with shyness, and she just yawned instead, pulling him closer before letting sleep take her. A few minutes later, when her breathing had evened out, Lu Jinchen carefully lifted his head to look at her sleeping face.
His tired, bloodshot eyes traced every feature, memorizing them in the dim morning light. There were still questions and doubts in his gaze. He wanted to wake up the woman and ask her to tell him everything.
